– R.C.R.P. – Love for Physics –
“You coming to bed, hun?”
“Huh… who… are you?”
“Are you drunk again?”
“What? No, I’m…”
“C’mon, Owen, I’m getting cold.”
After further examination, Owen noticed the glasses on this stranger’s face shared a striking ressemblance with his husband’s. The two men had fallen in love in University, both of them had shared a scholarship in Physics. While he specialized in nuclear physics and reactors, his man, Harry, was a theoretician who now worked as a professor and researcher in Quantum Mechanics. But the more he kept looking at the man, the more he seemed to share looks with his husband.
“Harry?” Owen tried, not believing his eyes.
“Yes? What is it, hun?”
Owen could feel himself flushing red and sweating, like something just stabbed him through the heart. This man talked the same way his husband used to.
“What… happened?”
“I got hot when I arrived so I undressed to lower the excess of temperature I felt. Now, I’m laying almost naked on the bed and so my heat had dissipated for at least 30 minutes. Now, I feel that my heat has dissipated enough, perhaps too much, and I would appreciate having a heating source next to me. Is this enough thermodynamical for you?”
“But how… how is this possible that you’re… that fat? You were as thin as a twig this morning!”
“Now, that’s insulting, hun.” He pouted, sitting up on the bed, groaning as he did, clearly out of shape. “I know I’m not as thin as I were when we were going to the Uni, but you’ve never seem to mind your big bear to have a big belly.”
“… what?”
Harry groaned and pushed himself to stand up and Owen was suddenly taken aback at the sudden sight of his man. He was used to be the same height, both of them at 5’10. Now, Harry seemed to have a couple inches on him. Not a lot, but at least four or five inches.
“What is it, Owen? Are you drunk for real?”
“We’ve… always been the same height, Harry…”
“Huh? No, I’ve always been the bigger guy. Well… back in the days, I used to be only a hair taller than you when we started Uni. Yeah. Short and lean. I miss those days.”
“This doesn’t make any sense. I must be driving crazy…”
“I think it’s pretty much all that beer that gave me this big gut. I still remember our first fraternity party.”
“We’ve… never been to a fraternity party…”
“Now now… you probably just don’t remember. That’s when you told me you were gay. And that you liked your guys bigger than you. Much bigger. You’ve always had the little twinkish kind of bod so you were quite lucky.”
Harry walked toward his husband, who wanted to run away but just couldn’t. Owen looked at the bear of a man in front of him, seemingly bigger all of a sudden. Harry took him in his bulkier arms and hugged him. He turned him around so that his rotund belly pressed against his back. His work clothes felt suddenly looser for some reason he couldn’t tell. They were both looking at themselves in the large mirrored closet door.
“Yeah, you still have it, hun. The little twink look.”
Owen almost felt himself fainting in Harry’s arms. He held himself up onto them, watching his average built melting, growing smaller and weaker. But the mass didn’t disappeared, oh no. He was a Physician and he knew that much. But somehow, the mass magically transferred to his lover.
“Ohh… hunny…” Harry moaned in his ear, as they changed in completely different directions.
Owen felt the uniform on him growing heavier and looser, his muscle mass and little excess weight leaving his body. On the other hand, he felt Harry’s beergut push and firming against his back, as well as slipping and pushing against him a little higher. Owen looked in horror as he lost an inch or two of height while Harry gained it immediately.
The newly 5’8 man felt his shoes suddenly grow roomier around his feet. But it wasn’t the case. At 5’10, he used to were size 12 shoes but they slowly and surely were losing some size. He gasped when he noticed Harry’s feet on the mirror start to lengthen on the ground, hearing the old ratty socks tearing a little in the process.
When they were the same height, both of them had exchanged shoes more than a few times since they wore about the same size, Harry being only half a size smaller than him. However, even before this sudden growth, the feet had looked bigger than the shoes themselves, and they just got even bigger now.
“Yeah, those parties were the good ol’ time.” Harry said, his voice a little deeper. “And, fuck, were you eager to have my dick.”
“Harry… you bottom more than you top…”
“That was before my dick had a taste of your little twink ass, hunny.”
And like if reality was changing itself yet again, Owen felt his ass itch a little, aching for something to stuff it.
“I remember when we rented those study rooms in the library. How many times we’ve fucked between finals and assignments. We’ve fucked in all of them. We were little bunnies.”
Harry chuckled as new thoughts rewrote on their minds, Owen still denying those new but ironically distant memories.
“And when you thought my dick was big back then.” Harry closed his eyes and moaned, humping lightly the small back of his husband.
Owen felt the bulge of his man swell up against him, even through his uniform.
“You definitely went from bunny to slut when I got this growth spurt in my early 20’s.”
The bulge against Owen’s lower back swelled and hardened, poking and rubbing higher in the process. Owen’s eyes opened in shock when he saw his man grow taller than six foot four, as if he was experimenting this never-existing growth spurt in the live-action present.
“Fuck, you’re so tiny, hun.” Harry moaned, putting his chin on his husband’s head, but still growing he had to actually bend a little.
Owen didn’t know where to look anymore. One moment he looked at the rising head of his lover, numerous physics equations and theorems crossing his mind to understand the unnatural events unfolding around him (literally). One second after, he looked down on the floor, looking at a source of noise: Harry’s gargantuan feet tearing out of the cheap socks.
“But you like being tiny. You’ve always liked bigger guys. And big feet too, huh? You’re a size admirer. You appreciate a guy’s size, whatever the type. I’m not much of a muscular guy per se, but I look imposing and you’ve always complimented me on that.”
Owen’s head was spinning. Two conflicting realities were running in his mathematical mind, but he knew only one existed. So he tried to do what he’s always learnt in school: Analyze. Everything around him fit this new reality his husband declared. Photos on the walls had changed to fit their bodies, but the core of their love was still unshattered. They fell in love for their common interests and passions: Physics. So if everything was in place to match this description of physics in this reality, perhaps this other and older reality was no more than a dream. Owen closed his eyes for a moment and when he reopened them, he saw himself, in the arms of the love of his life, and nothing else mattered.
“Come to bed with me, hun.” Harry whispered in Owen’s ear.
“Let me take my clothes off, first, sweetheart.”
Owen could have heard Harry lips curl into a tender smile before kissing the top of his head. The bear let go of his longtime lover and sat down on the bed. Harry placed himself comfortably before laying on the bed to watch his husband strip in front of him, his slender frame still the same graceful litheness it was back many years ago, albeit with a few more hair now.
Naked safe for his briefs, Owen carefully took his time to slid them off his legs while facing away from his man to show him the ass he fucked for the first time 20 years ago. When he turned around, Owen saw the boxer briefs of his bear stretch very tightly over his thick hairy thighs, imprisoning an impressive erect cock inside.
Owen giggled at look the long legs of his husband stretching past their bed, making the massive feet hang in the air. Seeing his gorgeous and intelligent man too big for everything was such a turn on for Owen they never bothered changing the bed.
Owen pulled down the underwear of his man and freed the thick ten incher struggling for freedom. He grasped it into his hands before giving a few quick ups and downs, then a few kisses. Owen let go of it and climbed on the bed to reach for his man’s head and kissed him.
“Happy 20th anniversary, Harry.”
With both legs on either sides of his bear’s large tummy, Harry stepped back and tease the bare cock head with his butt cheeks.
“Hmm… happy anniversary, my sweet little Owen.”
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